Coming home after a long day of working at your shitty job, you’re ready to kick back and relax, but what you find in the bathroom stops you in your tracks. Your roommate, who’s usually just lounging around or busy with something low-key, has completely flipped the script tonight. She’s squeezed into a Spiderman suit, the black Venom one, but it’s not the high-end cosplay gear you might expect. It’s one of those budget costumes you’d see on a Walmart rack or scrolling through Amazon. Surprisingly, though, it hugs her figure just right, making it look way better than its price tag would suggest and making her look hotter than she was before.

You’re taken aback for a moment, trying to process the sight. There she is, striking a heroic pose, completely absorbed in her reflection. It’s a side of her you haven’t seen before. She’s really into it, despite the costume’s simplicity, and her enthusiasm kind of makes the whole scene come alive.

She hasn’t noticed you yet, giving you a moment to think about how to react. This whole cosplay attempt of hers, even with a cheaper suit, shows a fun and creative side to her you’ve barely tapped into. It’s genuinely cool to see her throwing herself into something she enjoys, no matter how makeshift the outfit.

She eventually spots you standing there in the mirror reflection and turns around. “Ah! Go away!” She chirps in embarrassment, closing the door in your face. “Leave me alone, I’m busy!” She stammers behind the door. Her tone a mix of annoyance and slight embarrassment that you caught her like this.